The vulnerability of my stepmother aroused me first, a primitive biological urge harkening back to the plains of the Great Rift Valley when our ancestors slept in trees and sowed their seed whenever and with whomever they could in the survival of the fittest or, in my case, the most voyeuristically surreptitious. Add the sibling rivalry of a b*****r with his steps****r and color it with the twisted desire of i****t, one of the biggest taboos of our culture, a taboo so tempting that it is broken more often than any of us would like to think. In one glorious evening of lust and perversion over ... Continue»

Kate is my stepmother, my real mother took off when I was three, maybe that's why I have always had this sick fixation on her, or maybe her tight, tan body was too much for a healthy 18 year-old to bear. I don't want to overanalyze, it was hard enough keeping up with my class load and being the midfielder for a division I NCAA soccer team. She earned her right to be called a soccer mom by taking me to every game, practice, and tournament until I got my license and no... Continue»

Just like a vampire can create another vampire, so can one slut create another. My name is Kate. I'm a soccer mom, kind you have dreamed about because I like to fuck. Picture a 47 year-old female, 5'7'', 135 lbs., 36C chest, light brown hair streaked with blonde highlights, and a taut, toned body. I was working out three times a week with my friend Catherine and I wanted her to be more than a friend.
It started one night when my husband, Mike, began exhibiting me to his poker playing friends. I was bending over serving drinks and he said stuff like "those breasts are as firm as the day we ... Continue»

She was my best friend's mother and I came across her tanning, stomach down with the her two piece top straps undone. Their yard was surrounded by a seven foot tall wooden fence. I always came around the back and knocked on Joe's bedroom window.

"No need to be so shy, Jack. I used to change your diapers."

And she had, being my mom's best friend since moving to our little cul-de-sac heaven, three split-level ranch homes, the architectural embodiment of the sixties. Her house was the western most, mine was the eastern most, and the Rippin... Continue»

I was seated in an Adirondack chair on the screened porch of cabin number ten reading The Journeyer by Gary Jennings. She sat next to me in an identical chair reading The Hotel New Hampshire by John Irving. I wanted to fuck her more than any other woman in the world, but I didn't know where to start. The sexual tension between the two chairs was as palpable as the f***e between two large magnets with the polarity opposed. We looked at each other with furtive side glances. Up until a few months ago she had been my s****r-in-law and technically she still was, since neither of o... Continue»

I was thinking about her eyes while driving south from Parma, Ohio, skirting the edge of blue-black clouds fast becoming a monstrous claw of energy ready to strike from the sky. She had revealed her eyes in a cropped avatar photo and then teased me to imagine the rest of her body with adjectives like taut, pink, puffy, and shaved. Her eyes were seared into my soul as my Taurus was enveloped in a brilliant flash and I was deafened by its singeing crackle. I was in the middle of Munroe Falls, the sign at the edge of town proclaiming it "a great little place to call home". The engine died and ... Continue»

"These should make him nice and hard."She laughed as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her black nylons thigh high, her leg straight out, toes pointed the way women do, with the curve of her calf, the arch of her foot, as if she were about to pirouette on the tip of a big, thick cock.

"Yeah, totally," I whimpered from our bedroom doorway, unable to take my eyes off her transformation from an ordinary fifty-something hausfrau into a nylon-clad slut. Her pale white breasts burst from a too tight lace bra and her make-up mixing severe with haughty.

My wife is petite, beautiful in the manner of Audrey Hepburn, and looks ten years younger than her actual age. She is sweet and innocent, as if she just walked out of a Doris Day movie. You would never suspect that a mere two weeks ago she spent a warm, breezy Sunday afternoon fucking a strong Black man bareback and letting him cum in her mouth, while I fucked his lovely wife in another room. I have often been asked by members at another site how my wife and I began swinging some seven years ago. They are husbands looking to convince reluctant wives or partners to do the same. They all want... Continue»

My first encounter with my daughter all those years ago left me ashamed and exhilarated all at once, I mean there she was in my bed sl**ping soundly having just given me the best blow job of my life up to that time, a thousand times better than any her mother had ever given me. The father part of my brain kept repeating , "What the fuck did you just do?" At the same my cock kept reiterating "Give me more". I wanted to think that evolution, societal norms, and remorse would get me back to the straight and narrow, but she had given me a taste of the apple and I wanted to go all the way to the ... Continue»

I am 62, retired, and living in a small Florida town not far from the gulf, you'd be right to think that it sounds like a bit of cliché, but I left out one tiny detail, my naked daughter is in the kitchen right now preparing dinner for both of us. She is 40, but age is just a number isn't it? She looks more like 30, with a tanned, toned body and long, drizzled, sun-bleached brown hair. She's a bit of pixie, just over five feet tall, and lithe like a gymnast. I don't know what it is about seeing her in the kitchen that's gets me especially hard, she's making a fruit salad and maybe the blueberr... Continue»

She was bent over my lap - her 18 year-old ass naked and quivering - and I had to stop and think how it had come to this. I am an ordinary guy, trust me, a woman on the street wouldn't give me a second glance. I'm 45 with a receding hairline, wear glasses, and just squeeze into a size 38 waist. I have an ordinary looking wife who is more interested in granite counter-tops and dining room valences than sex. Once a month she consents to giving me a few quick strokes with her hand lubed and, on rarer occasions, lets me enter her missionary style for three or four pumps, making me cum outside he... Continue»

She wasn't really my aunt, she was our next door neighbor many years ago. Jane was from Croatia, she met her husband, Chester, when he was a GI at camp in Italy helping to resettle displaced persons after WWII. They lived in the brick bungalow next door to us. Chester was a great neighbor, always helping everyone out, that's how he died, shoveling snow for old Mrs. Rasmussen. He was only forty, leaving his Croatian war bride a widow to fend for herself. I had just turned 17 and felt sorry for her and something else, you see even before Chester passed, she spent most summers in her back yard t... Continue»

My grandmother lived in the guest cottage on our property when I was a teenager. It had been a long hot summer. Too hot to do anything other than laze in the shade. I sat beneath the willow tree in our back yard and watched her as she bent and weeded the flower bed close by. Her amazingly plump breasts dangling in her loose house dress had the unexpected result of hardening my adolescent cock. I was a virgin and hungry to know what sex was all about, but too shy to approach a girl my own age. My sex life consisted of masturbating behind the closed bathroom door two or three times a day imag... Continue»

I waited at the door for her, my beautiful zaftig mommy, still not believing that she would show, half fearing that it would be her husband wanting to rip me apart. When I heard the bell, I jumped and buzzed without even asking who was there. I opened the door to the hallway. As soon as I saw her hair, took in the sexy scent of her, watched as she looked up, she wearing a long grey gabardine raincoat, her black nylon clad legs stepping up and out from the coat's cover, my cock filled and hardened with bl**d, the bl**d of portent, the bl**d of promise, the bl**d brought on by her haggard, har... Continue»

She looked like she was in her late fifties, with a time worn face that had seen its share of heartache and failure, but she always wore something that showed three inches of the freshest, sexiest cleavage I have ever seen. I would wait any amount of time in her aisle just to hand her my money and perhaps feel the touch of her fingers in return. I always smiled and she would smile back, unable to keep myself from staring at her incredible bosom, heaving over the check-out conveyor. I memorized her schedule and changed my shopping habits daily visits. She wore a wedding ring, but I didn't care... Continue»